[She left her boots and gloves off but her veil on and it occurs to her that maybe that's a little silly, a weird barrier to keep considering what she'd planned to ask of him and the rare intimacy of bare-skin contact. Maybe she should take it off soon. At any rate it doesn't hide the way she smiles like a benevolent sun, all the light and warmth without the blinding.]
I'm a big girl. I can handle it.
[Her voice softens, along with her expression.]
Bottling things up never did any of us any good, believe me.
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I'm a big girl. I can handle it.
[Her voice softens, along with her expression.]
Bottling things up never did any of us any good, believe me.